My Dragon Princess Book Novels & Stories

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h

Taran hands me a package wrapped in paper: “I brought you a present.” “Thank you,” I reply. I unwrap the package to find a magic book as Taran explains, “I know you didn’t get to practice a lot of magic in the last couple of years. If you are interested, I can help you.” “I didn’t know dragons could use magic,” I reply while flipping through the book. “You will surpass me in a few months, but I can use magic. Most dragons have a natural magic, and the royal dragons can use spells.” Taran shrugs, “We can make charms and potions too, but I’m not very good.”

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

A trophy to parade around on their arm. I hated it. I hated all of them. I never let anyone in, not like I let Thane in. Then, I thought about the creature that emerged from the ocean, and I tried to be scared of it. Stand behind the awful things I said. I should be afraid of dragons. Those jagged teeth. Massive wings. Leathered skin with the gant of an apex predator. Golden horns coiled around his head like a crown. I suppose it made sense. Thane was the crown prince, and his dragon form showed it off unabashedly. The light that reflected off of beautiful iridescent scales. Shifting from midnight blue to black. Breathtaking.

It's my own mistake, I cannot blame anyone but my fate. I am brought back to my present when I collide with someone and tumble backward. I would have fallen down on my butt but righted myself at the last moment. "Watch where you are going, Whore" someone cursed me. I recognized that voice. It belongs to Tasha. She is the princess of the Agnes clan. There are four dragon clans, Raven, Agnes, Nester, and Ernest. Ravens are the dark dragons, while Agnes is a purple dragon clan. Ravens are the most powerful among the other dragon clans.

he begins, "there was a prince." "Was he handsome?" Alexander asks immediately. "He was... okay. Not particularly handsome. Not particularly brave. Just a regular prince who happened to live in a castle." "Boring," Alexander declares. "Let him finish," Ethan says. Kyle continues. "One day, when the prince was very small—maybe about eight years old—something terrible happened. A dragon came to the kingdom." Madison's hand finds mine. Squeezes. "This dragon was different from the dragons in most stories," Kyle says. "It didn't breathe fire. It didn't guard treasure. It just... took things. Took people. And one day, it took the prince."

She has never been able to give me a child, the one time she managed to get pregnant she miscarried and soon after, we learned that there was a high chance she could no longer give me a child due to her carelessness during that first time. ‘You chose a she-wolf because you know they are highly fertile… but don’t forget Shaeira bore Zatalys no children. How do you expect me to even give you a child when you do not come to my bed?’ Aslantha rises from the table, her eyes fixed on me. ‘I am a Dragon Princess. The children I could possibly give you could be powerful… if only you gave me the chance! One failure means nothing!’ Turning, she swiftly leaves the room, which is now deathly silent, and

The watch ticked steadily, and this time, its sound felt like a soft applause for his freedom. Dante began to type again. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon who kidnapped a prince so the prince would forget how to fly. But the dragon forgot that the prince’s wings were not grown in a tower—they were born in the stories his father whispered to him before sleep…”

"Co-rule. Mine. Wear it." Hazel dissected gem pulse, thumb tracing facets, echo brow-mark childhood fall. Power thrummed offer—not cage, but throne shared. Jet intimacy replayed wrists-silk, his dominance yielded thrill; dojo gore forged trust visceral. But the South Side queen bowed to no rush. Mahogany fingers closed the box pocket slowly and deliberately, full lips curving into a half-smirk, echoing his. "Earn it, dragon. Blood starts. Shatter Omega first."

My shock must have shown on my face because his lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. The fae and fairies were notoriously proud races. Most barely tolerated the other kingdoms. Dragons were territorial to the point of brutality. They hated dealing with the faes. Yet here stood a fae holding a position of authority inside the private fortress of the realm’s most feared Dragon Prince. I recovered quickly before I embarrassed myself further. “It is a pleasure to meet you,” I replied politely. Aeris bowed his head gracefully. “You as well, Princess.” Then he stepped aside. “If you would follow me, I'll take you to your chambers.”